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Teft wasn’t sure how he had ended up here.
No, he could remember every second that had led him to this moment. What he didn’t fully understand was why. Elhokar Kholin was a king - petulant, maybe. Inexperienced, arrogant, whiny. But he was still the storming king, and until very recently, Teft had been a bridgeman. Those worlds weren’t meant to collide in any way, least of all the way they had.
Teft thought it was something about paternity. Not that he had ever considered himself storming paternal, less nurturing and more aggravating: but that didn’t seem to stop Elhokar. That man - a boy, really, for all his lack of maturity - needed a strong hand. With his own Father dead, and Dalinar a man of propriety, the king had been left with very few options to keep him in check.
Men like that seemed to latch onto Teft before they knew what was good for them. And Teft? He was oh-so weak when it came to a pretty boy on his knees.
It had started with a look. Teft always knew that look, the one of wanting something a person should not have. Elhokar regarded him with that storming look, like he thought Teft couldn’t read him. It was hungry, maybe a little desperate, and Teft knew he should have ignored it.
He was awfully terrible at ignoring his urges, though.
He’d been left on guard duty with the king, his watch partner Bisig standing firmly at his side. That had been a better opportunity than most, since the king was alone in his chambers and Bisig wasn’t known to talk much.
Teft had tried his hand then. Elhokar fell for it: hook, line, and sinker.
It had taken a few fucks to get Elhokar to admit to his reason for desiring Teft, but the man was mighty fine at weaseling that out of a fellow with his cock. And there it was; that familiar term, often used by whores in brothels to make a man feel special, even protective of them.
Teft remembered his response well. He remembered Elhokar’s even more strongly.
“I’m not your father, boy.”
“No, you’re not,” Elhokar agreed, sinking to his knees before the grizzled bridgeman. “And thank the Heralds for that.”
What they had going on now, it was messy. Dangerous, even. Elhokar would suffer public ridicule if anyone ever discovered what was going on behind closed doors - Vorin standards didn’t exactly approve of a king calling another man daddy while choking on his cock - but Teft would certainly be executed if the truth leaked.
Ah, well. He had been certain he would die for Sadeas as fodder. Dying for a good fuck seemed infinitely better.
“You seemed tense today,” Teft said, closing the door to Elhokar’s private chambers where Bisig once again stood watch. His fellow bridgeman certainly knew what was happening - Elhokar was far from quiet - but he had not spoken a word of it. “I think I know what will fix you up.”
“And what might that be?” Elhokar asked, lounging on a plush chair with a cup of violet wine in his hand. Hopefully that was only his first - he got awfully sloppy when he drank any more than that.
Teft grunted, settling into the chair opposite Elhokar, spear leaning next to him. “Your mouth, full. Knees, now.”
That was the thing about boys like Elhokar. They were so eager to please. The king set aside his cup, quickly falling to the floor before Teft with a look that could only be described as hungry. Quick as he could, Elhokar popped the button on his trousers and pulled Teft’s cock free.
Teft did not give him a chance. He grabbed Elhokar by the back of the head, fingers winding in his hair, and shoved the king down onto his cock.
Elhokar spluttered for a moment, mouth full of a cock nearly hard enough now, but he recovered quickly. He seemed to worship Teft’s cock more than the Almighty himself, and he swallowed down every inch he could manage, head bobbing steadily. Teft would get the king to fit more eventually, but it was best to let Elhokar adjust first. He was rough, but he wasn’t cruel.
“That’s it,” Teft breathed, the warmth of Elhokar’s mouth sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. For all his faults, Elhokar was storming good at sucking him off. “Take it, whore. I know you’ve been waiting for this. I think you should give up on trying to be king and spend the rest of your life warming my cock.”
Elhokar moaned his agreement, tongue lapping at him in a way that made Teft curse under his breath. The king peered up at him, bright green eyes brimming with desire, mouth spread wide to accommodate Teft’s girth. Storms, he was a pretty sight that way.
Teft gripped Elhokar’s hair tighter, tugging him back and forth. He whined around Teft’s cock, eyes watering in the way he knew meant that it hurt; but Elhokar liked when it hurt. Just enough, anyway. He kept the boy moving, cock swallowed up by that perfect mouth, a sigh of pleasure slipping past his lips. He wouldn’t cum like this; no, Teft had greater plans for Elhokar than this. He would enjoy it while it lasted, though.
“This mouth belongs to me,” Teft growled out, fucking up into Elhokar’s mouth now. The king choked and gagged as Teft’s cock slid deeper into his throat, breathing heavily through his nose. A tear slid down his cheek, Teft swiping it away with the pad of his thumb. “You might be a dirty storming whore, but it’s all for me. You hear me?”
Elhokar could not answer him, but the whimper around his cock was good enough. Teft fucked up into his mouth once, twice, three more times before he pulled out abruptly, releasing Elhokar’s hair as he went.
The king gasped for breath, slouching forward as another tear ran down his cheek. His lips were puffy, chin drenched with saliva, eyes glassy. When he glanced up at Teft, he smiled.
Don’t let that get to your head, Teft, he thought, gripping Elhokar roughly by the shoulder, hauling him upwards. “Take your clothes off. Now.”
Elhokar hurried to do as he was commanded, stripping his jacket, then his shirt and his trousers until he stood completely bare before Teft. His body was familiar to him now - muscular, certainly, for anyone who learned to wield a shardblade would be muscular. But he was softer than many men, rounder in the belly and around his thighs. He bore few scars, and only a small smattering of hair on his chest, legs, and groin.
Pretty, certainly. And he was undeniably hard.
“Table,” Teft continued, voice gruff. “Bend over it, and be quick about it.”
Elhokar flushed a deep red, but followed his orders without hesitation. They didn’t do this often - Teft preferred to get Elhokar off with his hands, and he in the king’s mouth - but there was a fire burning in him today. He wanted to fuck Elhokar until he screamed, loud enough for all ten warcamps to hear.
Elhokar leaned against the small dining table, ass exposed to Teft, his hands in fists against the wooden top. Teft didn’t bother stripping down himself, simply pulled away his trousers to give himself a little more room to work with.
“Oil?” Teft demanded, more of a bark than a questioning tone. Elhokar shivered and pointed towards a small cabinet. He was keeping it in the living space, now? The thought aroused Teft more than he cared to admit.
He grabbed the small glass bottle and brought it back to where Elhokar waited, the king’s expression lustful and needy. Teft poured a liberal amount onto his fingers and wasted no time pressing a single digit against Elhokar’s hole.
Elhokar moaned, hips jutting back against Teft’s hand, sucking the finger in as deep as it would go. Impatient, that one. Teft would fuck him until he was bruised, battered, and beaten, but he would only do so after making sure he was good and ready for it.
Teft fingered him slowly, slow enough to have Elhokar whining for more.
“Come on, old man,” Elhokar choked out, earning a sharp slap to the rear for it. He swallowed harshly and tried again. “I can take it, but, please! I need more.”
“You’ll take what I give you, and you won’t complain,” Teft huffed, slipping in a second finger. Elhokar gasped, fucking himself on Teft’s fingers with minute jerks of his hips. Teft allowed that, for what was an unnecessary amount of time, just to prove a point. Elhokar was panting, sweat on his neck, but Teft did not relent.
He added a third finger, stretching and curling until Elhokar slumped forward on the table, gasping with desire. Only then did he give the boy what he wanted.
He pressed forward into the heat of Elhokar, cock eagerly swallowed up by him. Elhokar moaned with no restraint, a string of muffled curses reverberating the table. Teft was slow, only long enough to make sure Elhokar was ready, and then he was unrelenting.
Hips snapped with the kind of fervor a man only saw on the battlefield, spearing Elhokar with every thrust. The sudden aggression caught the king off guard, and he gasped, reaching for purchase on the table, coming up empty. Teft growled, gripping Elhokar’s hair tight and shoving him downward, keeping him pinned against the table.
“Look at you,” Teft forced out, his other hand digging into the king’s skin hard enough to bruise. He smirked while Elhokar whimpered at the onslaught of sensation. “You couldn’t wait to let a storming bridgeman bend you over. You’re a filthy slut, taking me like this. Absolutely pathetic.”
“Yes,” Elhokar gasped out, hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth, wooden table. “Oh, storms, it’s - it’s too much, I need-”
The sound of thumping wasn’t just skin on skin, but the dull thud of Elhokar’s cock hitting the underside of the table. Uncomfortable, surely, but not Teft’s problem. Not yet.
“You want me to touch you?” Teft growled, leaning forward against Elhokar’s back, damp with sweat. “You think you deserve having your cock touched?”
Elhokar choked out a sob, head thunking against the table top. “N-No? No, but, ah! I can’t- I can’t, I need you-”
“You are here to serve me.” Teft tugged on Elhokar’s hair until the king was forced to rise up, bowed at the back. “I’m going to fuck you until I’m done, and you’re going to like it, aren’t you? You love being used.”
Elhokar whined desperately, tears beading in his eyes. “B-But-”
“Well?” Teft demanded, hips still rutting into Elhokar at an impressive pace. “You don’t like it? You want me to stop?”
“No!” Elhokar cried, collapsing as Teft released his hair. He gasped into the table top, body writhing with every slam of Teft’s cock inside of him. “I’m so hard, Teft. Please? Please, please, please, please…”
Elhokar devolved into more senseless pleading, and heat coursed through Teft as he felt climax approaching. “You think I care what you need?”
Was that too much? Elhokar liked when Teft was rough with him. Mean to him, even. But those words felt like they were bordering on cruel, and Teft was not a cruel man.
Elhokar wailed, but did not voice complaint, did not ask Teft to stop, so he continued.
“Beg me to fill you,” Teft commanded.
Elhokar obliged immediately. “Please, fill me up, cum inside me, please, Teft, please!”
Teft took a breath, trying to steady himself. “That’s not my name. ”
Elhokar gasped, hips thrusting back against Teft with every motion. “Please, sir.”
“Wrong.”
“Please, daddy! I need it, I need you so storming badly.”
“I don’t know if I like that tone,” Teft grunted. “I think we’re done here.”
Teft came with a low groan, spilling into Elhokar with a few weaker thrusts. Warmth spread through his body, and Teft took only a second longer to compose himself before he pulled free, leaving Elhokar bare, sweaty, and squirming on the table.
Teft collapsed into a chair behind him, taking a moment to admire the view of Elhokar’s naked ass, slowly leaking his spend onto kingly thighs. Elhokar struggled to lift himself up, a look of desire-driven panic in his eyes.
“Noooo,” He sobbed, real tears in those damned lighteyes. Elhokar whirled around, cock hard and leaking and thoroughly neglected as he sank to his knees in front of Teft. “No, no, no, Teft, please, I- I tried! I tried, I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough, I’m sorry-”
“Come here,” Teft ordered, voice softer than it had been the entire time. Elhokar liked it rough, but it could never end that way. It wasn’t right to treat someone like this and leave them without some proper care. Teft patted his lap, and Elhokar was quick to scramble onto it, straddling him against the chair.
“I’ve got you,” Teft assured him, calloused hand wrapping around Elhokar’s cock. The king moaned with reckless abandon, burying his face into the crook of Teft’s shoulder, hips rocking up into Teft’s firm grasp.
“Thank you,” Elhokar choked out.
“That’s it,” Teft cooed, stroking Elhokar’s cock awkwardly with one hand wedged between them, the other reaching up to smooth down his messy hair. “You did so well. It’s alright now, you can let go.”
It did not take long for Elhokar to cum, sobbing through his orgasm into Teft’s shoulder, shaking violently with every spurt against the bridgeman’s hand. He shuddered, and went limp against Teft with a final soft moan.
Teft held him there for a moment, stroking his back, his hair. He wiped his hand off on his trousers - they needed a wash anyway - and listened to the sound of Elhokar’s mellowed breathing.
“You alright?” Teft asked, needing to be sure.
“Mmhmmm,” Elhokar sighed out, unmoving.
“I have to go, kid.”
“Stay,” Elhokar whispered, so quietly Teft almost didn’t hear it, even with the king so close to his ears.
Teft frowned. It always went this way. A man like him filled a hole in the lives of fatherless boys, and they grew too attached. And never mind the age difference - they were a king and former slave. Nothing they could do with that. No, actually… It was better if this ended now. “You know I can’t do that.”
“I know,” Elhokar said weakly, pulling away. He looked utterly wrecked, a job well done. Teft wished there was more he could do for the king, but… That was taking his thoughts too far. Rip off the bandage, Teft.
“This was the last time, Elhokar.”
The king’s expression fell, and Teft thought he saw his lip wobble before Elhokar promptly bit down on it. He extricated himself from Teft’s lap and backed away. “What? Why? If… If it’s not good enough, I can do better. Whatever you want, I’ll do it! I swear it!”
“No, no,” Teft sighed, tucking himself back into his trousers and doing them up. “You’re just fine. Real good, even. But this isn’t going to take us towards anything but trouble, and you deserve something more real than this.”
“You’re done with me,” Elhokar said flatly, and Teft swore his eyes shone. “Of course you are. I should have known, I should have seen this coming.”
“Kid, I’m sorry, but-”
“Go!” Elhokar shouted, wiping furiously at his eyes. “Just… just go. I don’t need you.”
Teft wasn’t about to disobey an order from the king. He might still reap the consequences of this, but… It was better to do this now before Elhokar was in too deep. He hoped the king had enough sense not to let this ruin either of their lives.
“This was fun. I don’t regret a moment, I want you to know that.”
Elhokar did not reply, turning away from him, face bowed. With a sigh, Teft left and returned to his watch post, the sound of Elhokar’s sniffling following him out the door.